Wednesday, March 21, 2012

it's world poetry day

So I got you these:

Sonnet

This is for the afternoon we lay in the leaves
After it had been winter for half a year,
And I kissed you and unbuttoned your jeans
And touched you and made you smile, my dear.
And of all the good things that love means,
One of them is to touch you there
And make you smile, among the leaves,
And feel your wetness and your sweet short hair,
And kiss your breasts and put my tongue
Into the delirium between your soft pale thighs,
Because the winter has been much too long
And soon will come again, when this love dies.
I will hear sermons preached, and some of them be true,
But I will not regret that afternoon with you.

- C. B. Trail

Lending Out Books

You're always giving, my therapist said.
You have to learn how to take. Whenever
you meet a woman, the first thing you do
is lend her your books. You think she'll
have to see you again in order to return them.
But what happens is, she doesn't have the time
to read them, & she's afraid if she sees you again
you'll expect her to talk about them, & will
want to lend her even more. So she
cancels the date. You end up losing
a lot of books. You should borrow hers.

- Hal Sirowitz

2 comments:

scrufflibrarian said...

I actually lost a book I really cared about exactly that way. Ah, well. Much better to buy a new copy. Lesson learned.

KB said...

I love the combination of these two poems. Love in the grass and the grouching of both losing books or having no one great to loan them too. What's worse?

this is life :)